Red Mosquito

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!

that’s awesome Trag. I can barely make it though the year without frickin’ potato chips.

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!

that’s awesome Trag. I can barely make it though the year without frickin’ potato chips.

I had some wavy lays with my bunless burger tonight...might have more later

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!

that’s awesome Trag. I can barely make it though the year without frickin’ potato chips.

I had some wavy lays with my bunless burger tonight...might have more later

First of all, I hate you.

Second of all, I have fond memories of eating baloney sandwiches with mustard and potato chips all smushed in there. So good.

epilogue wrote:2. Outside of those with literally fatal allergies, I judge anyone who eats a burger without a bun and that's just the truth.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Ello Sailor wrote:Joey must be the most rock'n'roll broadway swiftie ever.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

epilogue wrote:2. Outside of those with literally fatal allergies, I judge anyone who eats a burger without a bun and that's just the truth.

doug, your retort?

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:1. If I die from drinking, I'm okay with that.

doug, your retort?

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

epilogue wrote:2. Outside of those with literally fatal allergies, I judge anyone who eats a burger without a bun and that's just the truth.

doug, your retort?

well here it is...we were gone for 3 weeks to LA to get our house sold and the movers to come in and take everything to my in-laws place is Vancouver..I had a delayed flight home and didn't get into our place until midnight..the next day I didn't want to leave the house because I was mentally drained with the whole ordeal..I took some 80/20 out of the freezer and was too lazy to walk to get buns..I had some Kraft singles and I went with it..go broncos..also my wife is still there until tomorrow night because of stupid meetings

doug rr wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:1. If I die from drinking, I'm okay with that.

doug, your retort?

I only drink vodka and non alcoholic beer now..I'm good

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:1. If I die from drinking, I'm okay with that.

doug, your retort?

I only drink vodka and non alcoholic beer now..I'm good

Why did you switch from whiskey to vodka?

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:1. If I die from drinking, I'm okay with that.

doug, your retort?

I only drink vodka and non alcoholic beer now..I'm good

Why did you switch from whiskey to vodka?

honestly, I think I just stopped enjoying it...doesnt mean I won't post whisky gifs though

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

epilogue wrote:2. Outside of those with literally fatal allergies, I judge anyone who eats a burger without a bun and that's just the truth.

doug, your retort?

well here it is...we were gone for 3 weeks to LA to get our house sold and the movers to come in and take everything to my in-laws place is Vancouver..I had a delayed flight home and didn't get into our place until midnight..the next day I didn't want to leave the house because I was mentally drained with the whole ordeal..I took some 80/20 out of the freezer and was too lazy to walk to get buns..I had some Kraft singles and I went with it..go broncos..also my wife is still there until tomorrow night because of stupid meetings

This is reasonable.

spike wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

epilogue wrote:2. Outside of those with literally fatal allergies, I judge anyone who eats a burger without a bun and that's just the truth.

doug, your retort?

well here it is...we were gone for 3 weeks to LA to get our house sold and the movers to come in and take everything to my in-laws place is Vancouver..I had a delayed flight home and didn't get into our place until midnight..the next day I didn't want to leave the house because I was mentally drained with the whole ordeal..I took some 80/20 out of the freezer and was too lazy to walk to get buns..I had some Kraft singles and I went with it..go broncos..also my wife is still there until tomorrow night because of stupid meetings

This is reasonable.

Argument falls apart due to existence of Instacart, etc.